Olivia returned home and moved out after two months at the old mansion.
Her grandmother had left her a couple of suites, and she chose to live in a condo on the river, in a nice setting, and most of all, far from the old Smith Family home, one south and one north in two completely different directions.
It was windy on the river, and the leaves of the trees rattled fiercely in the whistling north wind.
Mason followed Olivia out of the car, grabbed a drugstore bag from the passenger side, and handed it to her.
"This is what President Noah ordered for you."
Olivia is surprised when Mason does stop in front of the drugstore once in the middle of the day, and he says he's going to get Noah some antidote to alcohol, not realizing that he's getting it for her as well.
Reaching for it, he opened it and looked at it.
It's decongesting.
Olivia raised a hand to her face, her eyes quivering.
An ointment wasn't worth much, but it was touching that someone else was thinking about her injuries at such a time of isolation.
"Thank Uncle for me."
Mason said he would take the message and finish without rushing off; he had other things to say.
"Olivia, there's something ..."
He wants to say something and Olivia gestures for him to say what he has to say.
It was then that Mason spoke, "The vice president of the Smith Group has undeserved thoughts about our President Noah. President Noah has rejected them outright, and she doesn't, it seems, give up."
The vice president of the Smith Group?
Ava?
Does Ava like Noah?
No way!
Granted, Noah is the prince that Cedarburg single women covet, but doesn't Ava love Elijah?
Ava had a change of heart?
Curbing her surprise, Olivia speculated on Mason's reason for telling her about it.
"So Mason, what you're saying is that you want me to talk Ava out of having thoughts about Noah, right? Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Noah has helped her so much, and it's only right that she helped him.
Mason smiled, "That would be a pleasure, Olivia."
"It should."
"Olivia," Mason said, holding up his glasses as if in jest, "I actually thought tonight that you were going to ask President Noah to marry you by saving your life."
Olivia: "?"
Mason: "If you marry President Noah, you'll be Liam's elder, and when he sees you, he'll have to respectfully call you aunt, and you can clean him up any way you want;
"Secondly, by marrying President Noah, you are finding the biggest backer in Cedarburg, and no one will dare to bully you in the future;
"Third, by marrying President Noah, you're stealing the man Ava likes, and there's no better revenge than that, and Chairman Oliver and Emma won't dare to be biased anymore."
After analyzing the situation line by line, Mason said meaningfully, "So, I assumed that after you mentioned the dissolution of your marriage, you'd want to marry President Noah because, well, it's the best way back for you."
Olivia: ...
Mason's words instantly opened Olivia's veins.
Yeah, why didn't she think of that?
Become Liam's elder and screw him over as an elder ...
Hold the most powerful man in Cedarburg, and no one will dare ...
Stealing Ava's favorite man ...
Either way, it's awesome!
However, the thought was extinguished in a flash.
How could Noah marry her? She was the woman who almost became his nephew-in-law. What would he lose face if he married her?
Face was important to a man like Noah, and if she did open her mouth, would Noah slap her to death?
She wouldn't dare to have an idea.
...
After saying goodbye to Mason, Olivia carried her bags home.
Riverside, this apartment uses an area of more than one hundred and ninety square feet. A person living very empty pushes open the door, a dark, Mori cold air on the face.
Having the lights on didn't add much coziness.
After arguing with them for so long at the party and half a day of tossing around in the water, Olivia's spirit, which had been strong all the way through, finally collapsed.
Closing the door, her straight back bent down, she kicked off her heels and didn't even have the strength to put on her slippers, walking directly barefoot toward the study.
Rummaging through a drawer, he pulled out a heavy black diary And nestled yourself into the couch.
The journal keeps track of Liam's deductions, and every time she sends him a number, she writes down the reason for the deduction in the journal.
The reasons were well documented, and a book full of notes was kept.
Olivia casually flipped through the pages and turned to the last page; the last record was before the Cold War, negative 98 points, and the main reason why the two were cold.
The heavy marks of the downward strokes, the paper poking through, showed how angry she had to be at the time.
That day, they took wedding photos; halfway through, Liam took a phone call and ran off without saying hello.
She'd been searching for a long time with a group of people in heels with her skirts up and a broken foot, ready to call the police when Liam's call finally came through.
"Sophia's car was rear-ended, I brought her to the hospital, and the wedding photos were pushed back a few days."
She was furious.
The photographer was her teacher abroad, a titan of photography who had returned home to visit her family.
She especially valued Liam's wedding photos; every detail strives for perfection, especially inviting people over; the teacher rushed to catch a plane and, after the shooting will have to leave, had to leave.
There's one last set left to shoot, and it'll be over in ten minutes, and Liam can't even wait ten minutes.
A car rear-ended? What a coincidence!
The day she and Liam set a wedding date, Sophia fell down the stairs and went to the hospital, where Liam stayed for three days.
On the day she and Liam chose their wedding house, Sophia was blocked by punk, and Liam rushed over, beat the guy up, and made a scene at the police station.
The day she and Liam chose the ring, Sophia had a fever, and Liam made her get off halfway and left her in the rain to go stay with Sophia; the ring had not been chosen yet.
This time, for wedding photos, Sophia chased her tail again ...
Anyway, whenever she's with Liam for more than half a day, something always happens to Sophia.
Sophia didn't even have any skin injuries in that rear-end collision; it wasn't even a rear-end collision. The person's car was parked properly on the side of the road, and Sophia hit it herself.
She tells Liam that Sophia did it on purpose, and Liam calls her evil and a snake.
She slaps Sophia, and Liam slaps her.
That slap, in fact, had already made her heart dead as ash.
The subsequent bravado was just a feeling that there were still two more chances and the residual reluctance to give up was just at work.
Olivia flipped the journal back to the first page, her cold fingertips pinching the thin paper and yanking it downward, ripping the whole thing out before tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the trash.
She rips up the entire diary, tears it up, and erases all traces of Liam from the house.
There's not really much there.
When she returns home, Liam has fallen in love with Sophia, the apartment he hasn't come in, and what she throws in are gifts she cheekily asked him for.
It was not expensive, like his used lighter, like a rag doll from a street stall, or like his keychain.
It's fine for things to be thrown away; what's a bit of a pain in the ass are the pictures on the wall, all of which she took for him.
She had a camera dedicated to him, a wall of pictures, and two separate albums.
Throw it all away, not a single one left.
After cleaning up, Olivia rummages through the bottom shelf of her nightstand and pulls out three more beautifully wrapped but somewhat worn boxes that she bought on her way back home, using money she earned.
A silk scarf for Emma, a pen for Oliver, and a watch for Elijah.
If you didn't give it away in the first place, there's no need to give it away in the future.
Along with all of Liam's stuff, she threw it all into the trash can downstairs.
Starting today, this love of hers, which had lasted almost the entirety of her youth, was finally destroyed.
Kinship, too, was finally and completely overthrown.
After taking care of these things, Olivia sat down on the couch and fumed for a while; she suddenly didn't know what to do until she felt thirsty and got up to pour a glass of water.
Finish your drink and stand in place to figure out what to do next.
Let's clean up the room.
Amelia had a key to the apartment and had been fingerprinted, and when she opened the door and came in, Olivia was mopping the floor with a mop.
At the sound of movement, Olivia looked up and reacted for a moment before coming back to her senses.
"Amelia, aren't you traveling?"
The first time Amelia saw her, tears fell from her eyes, and she kicked the door shut with her foot, dropping the bag in her hand and walking quickly towards her.
"Honey, come on, let me hug you."
Proud and enthusiastic Olivia, clearly not crying but seemingly broken at the touch.
She's going to shatter.
On the way over, Amelia gets a video from Lucas of what happened over at the Smith Family tonight, and she probably knows about it.
Fucking Liam!
...
Mason pulls into the clubhouse courtyard and sends Noah a message that he's back.
The game of cards in the box is not broken up, and Noah throws his cards away and leaves the room first.
Lucas was fed cards by him for a few games in a row, winning physically and mentally, and in the heat of the moment, he wanted to play a few more games, so he didn't follow him.
The car starts up, and Noah asks Mason, "Did you get her medicine?"
"Bought," Mason slowly turned the wheel, "Olivia says thank you."
Noah leaned back in the backseat with a weary, sinking feeling, having traveled a lot lately, not sleeping well, and feeling even more tired from the alcohol he had just consumed.
Mason said about the second incident, "I hinted at Olivia, as you said, but she listened as a joke."
Noah had.
Expected.
Mason glanced toward the rearview mirror, weighed his words, and carefully said, "President Noah, do you really ... want to marry Olivia?"
The driver was supposed to drop Olivia off, but President Noah asked him to do so and instructed two more things: one, to buy the medicine, and two, to say those things to Olivia.
He was shocked and was afraid to ask, but he couldn't resist being curious.
President Noah means, apparently, that he wants to marry Olivia.
What about ...Charlotte?
Mason was afraid to ask the latter, and Noah didn't answer his earlier question, and in the silence, the phone rang.
It was Liam who called.
"Uncle, was it Olivia who told you?"
Liam drops Sophia off at home and has another late-night snack with her before seeing Noah's message to him.
The first thing he thought when he saw the message was that Olivia must have sued.
"Uncle, Olivia said bad things about Sophia, didn't she? I've promised I'll marry her; what else does she want from me?"
So much has happened tonight that Liam's tone is inevitably a little punchy.
Noah's voice was calm and cold.
"Liam, don't be hypocritical; why did you promise not to break off the engagement? Olivia only said she was going to break off her engagement with you, not a word about anyone else."
His tone was contemptuous.
"Your heart is so dirty, you'd try to frame her this time?" "Liam, are you still a man?"
The light mockery seems like an invisible hurricane, cutting off Liam's cover like a sharp instrument.
Why did you promise not to back out of the marriage in the first place?
It is true that Olivia was the one who used she saving grace to beg her uncle, and his uncle did seek him out, but if he insisted on backing out of the marriage, his uncle couldn't stop him - after all, it was his own marriage.
It was only that day that his uncle said something to him.
"No annulment, 2% shares to you; if annulment, shares to Olivia as compensation, your call."
He fell in love with Sophia and wanted to marry her, but what man doesn't love power?
Although he was the young master of the Johnson Family, and although his position in the Johnson Family was not low, his shares were not as large as a fraction of his uncle's.
A 2% stake was nowhere near what was expected, but by getting it, he would be able to overtake his cousin, who had been secretly fighting him.
So he picked Shares and Olivia.
It was too hard to talk about the shares he'd gotten because of a woman; it was degrading, and he didn't want Olivia to know about it and threaten him with a pinch, so he didn't say anything to anyone.
He didn't think he did anything wrong, but it did seem a bit hypocritical. Because he took the benefit, he was in no position to talk about fairness; after all, no one forced him.
Liam didn't dare to dislike him back and banged, "Uncle, don't worry, I won't break off the engagement; I'll marry Olivia.
"There was some misunderstanding tonight. I just called Olivia, and she turned off her phone; maybe the battery is out. I'll go find her tomorrow, and I'll explain the misunderstanding to her."
Noah didn't have the patience to keep talking to him.
"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning, don't be late or suffer the consequences."